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The Hollow Mask"Wear me." It says. You
look at the mask. It seams
harmless. A simple mask of black,
white, and red. A perfect mask for
a masquerade ball. "It won't hurt." It says as
you turn in around. You are greeted by a back
of pure darkness. As you bring it towards your
face your nose is filled with the stench of death
and decay. The mask itself begins to change.
It smiles. A smile of nightmarish proportions.
Its teeth begin to elongate into fangs. The ribbons
at either side of it wrap around the back of your
head. As your face makes contact with the back of the
mask its eyes begin to glow crimson and you no longer
feel it. In fact you no longer feel anything. For the mask
has now become a part of you. It is you.
Of Hunt and Change : 5THE ASSAULTS
It is now time for a hunt. Eggs have been laid within the new hives queen chamber. Within each eggs contain not face-hugger, but the royal substance that allow transformation to xenomorph. It has no effect on the xenomorph but highly effective on other species DNA and cells.
Well, that was what the Praetorian had told me before I go out on a hunt for the first time. So we drink our fill of the royal substance from the eggs, keep it within the purse in our body which use to store hive resin we drones produce.
Our targets today will be poor, homeless, or drunken humans in the town preferably those that wont be missed should they disappeared. And so we decide to watch around the pubs and bars late after midnight. Me and Sarah are crouching on the rooftop of a bar as two drunk males stumble out, barely able to stand from the way they walk.
Along the rooftops, we follow.
They stumble along the street and turn do
Of Hunt and Change : 6THE RESCUES
The special forces broke through the fake hive walls and reached the lower area of the hive. They found lots of normal concrete rooms deep inside the hive, none of the room has doors or windows of any sort. Though most of them are relatively clean, compared to the rest of the place. They have a normal bed with a cardboard or a bookcase, sometimes with connected toilet. There are even ten rooms with, surprisingly, working computers completed with Wi-Fi network. They also rescued a dozen captives which were immediately be quarantined, scanned, and interrogated. All of them found clean of alien substances of any kind.
It had been confirmed that the computers were the ones that they had used to call for help. All of the survivors confirmed none of the aliens had harmed them in anyway, other than kept them captive. They were well fed, allowed the use of proper bathrooms and toilets, as well as random entertainments. The entertainments were varied. Some go
Of Hunt and Change : 1THE HUNT
I am over-excited. This will be the first time I get to join a Hunt! I've been waiting for days for this opportunity. And it is a human target at that! They would not normally send a newly converted like me on a human Hunt since it is much more dangerous than simple animal targets. But I got luck out it seem!
The Hive has been watching this area for a while now. The human houses are far in-between, all surrounded by trees, with little to no road traffic. It is a bit far from the Hive, but not too far to operate. Mother wish us to clear out this area of human inhabitants. Eat them, or bring them back if possible. It need to be done before her plan could progress, she said. She won't tell us what the plan was when we asked, but we trust her all the same. She's the Mother and the Empress after all, she know better than us mere drones.
And so here I am, in the brush outside a lonely house on the mountain, watching the target patiently. The female creature s
Of Hunt and Change : 8THE DISCOVERY
Night is too dark was his first thought when the lights had been turned off in his cell at night a few days ago. Somehow he think he should still be able to see things better in the darkness. It almost felt like he was blind there even though he was sure it was normal or was it?
His family will come today, and so he has been moved to a less guarded area of the base. Sure, they doesnt use handcuffs on him, but they keep eyes on him like a hawk on its prey. He could almost feel it the way guards react around him. There must be something he is missing here, something very important. Besides, he has no chance to see his hunt mates yet since his return and he wonder how the fight goes
He pauses, probably for the third time today.
Hunt mates? Where did that word came from?? He had meant his partners. Hunt mates sound so very aliens. He shudders.
Three officers, whose face he neve
Of Hunt and Change : 7THE PLAN
The Empress watches her favorite Praetorian guard, a Winged One, the only one beside her which doesn't come from this planet. The Praetorian is very special indeed he is a very rare breed of the Xenomorph, converted from a powerful Dragon race found on another planet.
As far as they both know, the Xenomorphs had been trying to bring his race into their fold for a long time, but with no success. The species is far stronger than any other hunters they ever faced. Even the legendary Predator and the Ancients are no match for them one-on-one. Whats more, Xenomorphs converted from the Dragons are weaker than the originals. It had never happened before. No matter what they did, they couldnt seem to bring forth the Dragons mysterious powers that literally harness the nature itself. It is, as the humans would say, almost magical. Their mysterious ability seem to lie in the flaw of almost perfect killing machine the Xenomorp
Of Dream and Xenomorph : 3THE XENOMORPH
I dreamed. I would call it a nightmare but it didnt feel like one. It felt more like a vision, a history that unrolled before me, a history of the race I have become
It all started long ago, on a planet far faraway. Conflicts in politic and believes had caused a war between members of a highly advanced race. One side tried to overpower the other. All kind of weapons had been used, but none could archived a victory. The war continue for months, and years, and then decades.
Eventually, an ultimate weapon had been created, in hope to end the war once and for all a biological weapon, the perfect killing machine
It did end the war alright, just not in the way their creators had wanted. The planet laid in ruin as an aftermath attempt to destroy their own ultimate weapon.
Years had passed. Races after races attempted to control and harness the power that could not be. Some in the name of war, some in the name of science, and others
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